Yesterday morning Phoebe woke up and asked for some floss first thing. "Mom, I have something stuck in my teeth."
When she still couldn't get the thing out of her teeth, she called me to the bathroom. I wrapped the floss around my fingers and asked her which tooth, and as I dove in to remedy the mysterious remnant, I discovered her first loose tooth.
I did a Phoebe dance right then and there. Jumping up and down, flapping my arms. I was more excited then she was.
That night we had what I called "Wiggle Time." I did a gentle massage on her little tooth to see how ready it was for extraction.
Tonight she struggled to eat her sandwich for dinner, so I gave her the choice: keep it or pull it.
She said a prayer and brought me a kleenex and pop, out it came. She was brave.
Now she has matching gaps. See?